She we Sailite
She complained over his inventive
Creativity
Cardboard shavings
Straw
Clay dirt
And
Concrete
To fill
Milk gallon jug soft
Lego blocks
It has a port hole through
The middle to tie rebar together
She called him a cheap bastard
and the materials prompts.
I stood and watched her performance
Citing she said she loved him
My hope to whoo her bewindled
When she refused to recognize me
Smile ya'll we happy
All us happy!
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